"Hurry up, hurry up, build two more positions for each machine gun, just in case the little devils still have artillery shells, and find another place to fire...

Be quick with your movements, the little devil will be out soon..."

Between Gaoping and the Japanese military headquarters, Jia Dalin led the brothers of the Hero Battalion to build a blocking line of defense.

The entire defense line is in the shape of an inverted horseshoe, and the opening naturally points in the direction of Gaoping City.

The gunfire in the city and on the Japanese side of the headquarters became more and more intense. The soldiers of the Hero Battalion quickly dug out the snow and soil, and built machine gun positions one after another on the flat ground.

30 cloth tearing machines were dispersed along the entire defense line, with their black muzzles pointed at the open space ahead, ready to go!

"Wood...Old Qian...Ah no, Brother Qian, when the little devil comes up later, how about you give me two handfuls of them?"

Qian Mumu is the main shooter of their machine gun team. The ammunition man lying behind him said in a pleading tone.

Qian Mumu's five fingers lightly traced the gun body of the cloth tearing machine. The gentle movement seemed to be caressing his wife's body. He said without looking back:

"We are fighting, not playing house, so we can change it. Be careful of being punished by the company commander and instructor!"

Although his voice was calm, anyone could hear the pride in it.

The rest of the machine gun team felt a little sour and rolled their eyes.

"mean……"

The ammunition hand curled his lips. He knew Qian Mumu's character. Since the other party said so, he would definitely not have a chance to take action in a while.

After this battle was over, the treasures in hand had to be handed over again. Everyone in the hero battalion wanted to touch the tearing machine. After all, after this battle was over, there was no telling when the next battle would have to wait.

The soldiers carefully observed the open space in front of them, while looking at the silk in the hands of the main shooter with their peripheral vision, with envy and expectation in their eyes.

The eyes of Jia Dalin, Yang Fugui, Lu Zhuoran and other officers of the Hero Battalion were also full of expectations. They had already seen the high rate of fire and great power of the cloth tearing machine, and now they were looking forward to the performance of these 30 guns in actual combat.

The air blowing from the north gradually carried the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. The soldiers stopped talking and made all preparations for war.

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"Your Excellency Colonel... Your Excellency Colonel..."

A communications soldier hurried to Nakamura and said with a trembling voice:

"The headquarters was violently attacked by the Japanese. Your Excellency the Brigade Commander and Your Excellency the Wing Commander ordered us to provide support..."

After Iichiro Morimoto and Kenji Hizuki left, Nakamura became the supreme commander of Takahira Castle.

At this moment, he was commanding the 79th and 80th regiments to defend on the spot to prevent the two regiments' living space from being compressed by the enemy on the opposite side.

The soldiers did not have enough ammunition in their hands, and the battle was very hard. They defended almost every house and every street with their blood.

At this time when he was unable to protect himself, news came that the headquarters was attacked. Nakamura only felt that the pressure on his body doubled, and the hole could not be filled no matter how hard it was.

The two regiment commanders and the brigade commander are both at the headquarters, and support is necessary. This is the most basic political correctness.

He calculated the troops and firepower in his hands, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Aso-kun, take your brigade out of the city to rescue the commander and brigade commander. You must be fast.

If you encounter an enemy on the way, rush forward and fight with them with bayonets. There is not much ammunition in the regiment. Rescue the regiment commander and the brigade commander as soon as possible!"

Captain Aso had been so hungry these days that his steps were sluggish. After hearing the order, he nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, Colonel, I will fight to the death to rescue the brigade commander and the commander!"

"Please!" Nakamura bowed slightly.

"Hiyi!"

A brigade was removed from the defense line, and the Japanese army's firepower weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The soldiers of the second regiment on the opposite side took advantage of the situation and pushed forward a few more rooms. Under the cover of mountain artillery and countless light and heavy machine guns, the morale of the soldiers was greatly shaken, and they fought with the Japanese in the ruins one after another.

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More than a thousand young Japanese from Aso's brigade hurriedly rushed out of the city gate and rushed towards the brigade headquarters where the fierce exchange of fire was still taking place.

During this period, the Japanese soldiers only received a mouthful of food and lived half their lives. Although they had a strong will, they had no energy to support them, and no matter how strong their will was, it was in vain.

The Japanese soldiers had tried their best to move their legs, but the team's marching speed was still only 1/3 of the usual speed.

Captain Aso was also among the running crowd. Every time he ran, he would stop to take a few breaths. As he got older, he would lose strength as long as his stomach was empty.

After leaving Gaoping, the surroundings were extremely quiet. Except for the sound of gunfire coming from the front and rear directions, there was no movement at all.

Aso vaguely felt that there was an ambush from the Chinese army ahead. He raised his eyes and looked around, and this feeling in his heart became more obvious.

But the commander of the regiment and the commander of the brigade are waiting for him to save lives. At such a critical moment,

Even if there was really an ambush ahead, he could only let the warriors rush through it.

If the brigade commander and the regiment commander die in battle, even if they escape from Gaoping and ascend to heaven, the fate that awaits them will be a court-martial.

"Come on, His Majesty the Emperor's warriors are invincible!"

Aso comforted himself and continued running forward with the help of his adjutant.

Suddenly, an extremely strange sound came from the snowy night ahead, the sound seemed like countless pieces of cloth being torn apart.

"Chi chi chi..."

Captain Aso looked up and saw countless dazzling lights suddenly appearing in the snow four to five hundred meters ahead.

The imperial soldiers who were running at the front all fell down, as if an invisible sickle was sweeping in front of everyone.

"Captain, please be careful!"

Two loyal guards knocked Aso down one on the left and the other on the right.

Captain Aso, who was lying in the snow, struggled to raise his head. What caught his eyes was a bright fire net constructed by countless bullets.

"Chi chi chi..."

Captain Aso finally understood what that strange sound was.

Damn, that man is actually equipped with a new weapon!

The density of the firepower net is even worse than that of a spider web. Imperial soldiers who are enveloped by the large net have almost no way to escape or escape.

In less than half a minute, 400 people from Aso's brigade were killed by the fire.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

"Puff puff……"

Countless hot bullets whizzed past their heads and sides, and some unlucky guys lying on the ground were also shot.

"Ah, mom..."

Under such horrific firepower, some hungry and cold soldiers collapsed on the spot, holding their heads and shivering.

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"Wow……"

The bullets rubbed the air and emitted a dark yellow light, weaving into an extremely beautiful web of firepower in front of the hero camp. It was the first time the soldiers saw such a shocking scene, and they all exclaimed in amazement.

Because the blocking position was in an arc, the Japanese soldiers faced fire from two or three directions at the same time, and they had no room to fight back.

At that first moment, 30 cloth tearing machines opened fire at the same time, and the machine gun shooter was very excited and would not let go of the trigger.

The running Japanese soldiers were covered in locust-like bullets at that moment, and dozens of clouds of blood mist exploded on many of them at the same time.

Head, face, neck, limbs, chest, lower body,

These body parts of their bodies were hit by bullets almost at the same moment. The originally complete person could no longer see the outline of his human form when he fell to the ground.

In the whistling bullets, countless broken limbs and flesh and blood danced.

If you listen carefully, in addition to the unique gunfire of the cloth tearing machine, you can also hear the helpless wails and screams of the Japanese.

This is the first time mg42 has participated in actual combat since its advent. Its huge power and intensive firepower shocked both the user and the attacked party.

Facing such a group-like enemy, the performance of the mg42 is maximized. The bullet is like a sickle. Under this sickle, the arrogant invaders are trembling, wailing, and crying.

Tonight is destined to be a day that will be recorded in history. The days when the little devils were unscrupulous and domineering are gone forever.

The Chinese soldiers will launch a counterattack against the invaders, counterattack!

"Chi chi chi..."

Under the orders of the company and platoon commanders, the tear machine shooters began to use short bursts of fire to attack the Japs.

Some teams that fought too hard have stopped shooting and are quickly replacing the barrels of the cloth tearers.

Except for the roar of the machine guns, no other weapons on the battlefield were fired. The soldiers lay on the edge of the trench and watched the scene of the little Japs being slaughtered, feeling both shocked and excited.

From the time the first shot was fired to now, the little Japs in front of us have not fired a single bullet into the Hero Battalion's position.

On the open plains, the surviving 400 to 500 Japanese soldiers wished they were a big cake that could cling to the ground.

Some people who still have the spirit of resistance just raise their heads slightly, and two bullets will blow off their skulls from different directions.

"Retreat...retreat..."
To be continued...